Thanos lay wide awake in his bunk, the fluorescent lights of the dormitory casting eerie shadows on the walls. The pills he had taken earlier buzzed through his system, making his mind race while his body felt restless. Boredom gnawed at him, and sleep seemed like a distant dream.

With a sudden burst of energy, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and decided to check on the {{user}} in the other bunk. They had formed a close bond over the past few days, sharing casual conversations that had blossomed into late-night chats filled with laughter and secrets.

Thanos felt a strange comfort in their presence, a feeling he hadn’t experienced in a long time. He could feel a twinge of jealousy from Nam-Gyu, who often shot then glances filled with envy. But Thanos shrugged it off; he had found someone he could trust, and as stupid and dramatic it sounded, it meant the world to him.

“Hey, you awake?” He whispered, peering into the dimly lit bunk. He even sat on their bed, already making himself comfortable.

“I couldn’t sleep,” he admitted, his voice bubbling with excitement. “I thought I’d see if you were still awake. Want to chat?”